[music] the
pre-dawn darkness is thickening,
frightening with the phantoms of darkness,
but the light of the spruce is still noticeable,
already illuminating the minds in the lies of the feral herd
walking in sleepy delirium to the yawning
abyss of hell in
2020, and
now the 21st
blossom is already close, but still the
nerves are still tense and
sharpened the knife is
still raised over the two-legged world by an
unearthly hand and the weak-
willed wretched
still dream the same
disastrous dream
until oblivion lasts
until the insidious thief, an insidious
bird of prey,
continues to fly over us
about this, ask your heart, an
ordinary earthly person,
there is hidden a treasured door in the
coming
age of salvation
[music]